Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Partna

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Who why we won't stop
It on and on and on....
Who knows why we won't
(nobody nobody make a sound)
It on and on and on....

Hey my partna got way wit his toungue
He told ya boy give me tha money wait here til I'm done
And made
we get ya we gon' floss like stars
From buyin outfits to everybody at charles
We got cars black range rover wit bars
Big amg kit with them stars
Bro we
Like everybody buck at tha park
Them girls be
Ya'll wanna make them start
we say shhhh!
They be
we say jump,
They say
When I say get out my face preach
They do it then
It ain't no mystery my partnas know I'm as hell
Bustin raps but so first I got dank ta sell.
mo bails
Three mo two mo owes
Ay everybody ridin gatorbacks and got chrome
All the cribs got gates and all the kids nikes
And ain't nobody girl trippin cause cut of the lights

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hit tha club
Hate ta be a
This tha night we get it tight and see who the most
Just bailed in off dangerous streets
Fresh off a 5 g's a piece
Me and my favorite gangsta partna did this mornin
We get love decatur cause we run this point
It felt good bro runnin off wit all dough
Man I had nigga lay it down feel it for sho
flexin n' flauntin they gonna buck what they wanna
When look we ask em what tha fuck they want
We some high school drop-outs wit high class
Gettin weight outta state
And em we got robbed
Calhoun jeans brand new ride fat
3 level wit a hustle ta match

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Boi it's time ta beat the sac man tha last one I'm why me and my
Gangsta partna,boots? be dirty from all the workthat we put got cut up
I stood in
We it back to reverse 8's
Ya'll niggas we couldn't
I'm talkin bout that old school
From the
Get so fiery from the gentlemens and
out ya crops
Nigga don't
Magic city right the block
And you know the (? ? ? ? ? ) on the
And drop
But I think I'm gonna the crib
get up in the mornin and fix some breakfast for my kid
And I did boy sho as my is dwayne but it ain't
My gangsta partna pulled some bitches at tha skating rink
let them niggas smoke up the dank
He nigga what you thank
Your gangsta turnin cake

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